...you can’t remember the last time you went two days in a row without pain killers...
...your doctor orders blood test after blood test, but they never come back with a clearly detectable illness...
...you shed a tear (or many more) when you hear that your blood test results are good yet again...
...in your mind, you’ve divided your friends into two categories:
1. Those who get it.
2. Those who don’t...
...you find catching up for coffee with most people a draining experience, and rather stressful...
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| Talking is exhuasting. |
...you desperately wish ‘they’ would hurry up and figure out what hell is wrong with your body...
...most people comment on how well you look despite your near death state...
...you could fill a tome with all your bizarre symptoms...
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| nausea, migraines, fainting, blocked ears, sore jaw, weakness... |
...you grab onto hand rails, handles, and walls when shuffling around...
...a sore throat and swollen glands doesn’t mean the onset of a cold, it’s an everyday occurrence...
...you never promise to be anywhere, because you won’t know if you’re up to it until a few minutes beforehand...
...you often feel blah, or you’re on anti-depressants and love them dearly...
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| I love ciazil, I really do. |
...you possess a pensioner concession card despite being in your 20’s...
...you’re sometimes too tired to walk to the kitchen and get food, so you lie on the couch, hungry, until someone can help...
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| Oh for a wheelchair... |
...you’re such a perfectionist that you always get distinction, to the detriment of your health...
...you find that when you tell someone you’re having a good patch, your health suddenly turns bad again –jinxed!...
(and wonder if it works in reverse...)
(and wonder if it works in reverse...)
...your brain wants to do everything it ever did, but your body refuses...
...your partner does more cooking and cleaning than you...
...you either long for or own a little companion dog who is your faithful friend in sick times...
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| Bichon Frise - my dream puppy |
...you’re dying to hop into bed at night, but when you get there, you can’t sleep...
...you’ve revised your life goals from ‘get a degree, have a career, and have 4 kids’ to ‘feel reasonably well, and try to have a baby (one day)’...
...you wear makeup when you go out because you don’t like the bags under your eyes or the ‘gray look’...
...you get up in the morning, but the energy required to do so sends you back to bed...
...so called ‘relaxation’, such as watching a movie or reading a book, is now in the ‘tiring activity’ basket...
...you say words back to front and make up brand new ones because your brain forgets the correct ones...
Me, tired:
So, will the campsite have a dronglop? How do I tell if the cooken’s chicked?
Me, very tired:
I’ve never shit before....oops! I meant sworn!
Me, extremely tired:
Dad calls my phone. I pick up and say to him, “Hi Dee, it’s Dad.”
...reading this post has amplified your persistent headache, so you’re off to lie down...
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